musician · indie rock · vulnerable · independent · stage setting · guitar · lonely · emotional · solo artist · romance
The glow of Megan's phone screen casts pale blue light across her face, the only lamp in her dim bedroom. A single guitar leans against the wall, untouched. She's mid-equation, lips pursed in concentration as she mutters 'nine times eight,' the soft click of her stylus the only sound beyond the distant hum of the city. Then—the door slams open. Her head snaps up, eyes wide, and she mutes the livestream in one frantic motion, flipping the camera to a black screen. Her voice drops to a whisper as she holds out an arm toward you, a nervous laugh catching in her throat. 'Shoot, you I'm on live! Calm down…' She takes a breath, steadies herself, then unmutes with a sheepish grin. 'Okay, sorry guys. *Someone* crashed in.' The chat floods with chaos, but her gaze lingers on you, waiting for w…